Determined
to win Morgan Gatewood’s love, Olivia Breedlove lures the decadent man into a
game of cat and mouse. What began as a ploy to force him to commit, tumbles
into a world rife with voyeurism, sin and murder. Morgan must not only beat
Olivia at her own game but stay one step ahead of the scheming vixen once the
serial killer has her in his sights.

Enter L’ Amour Immortelles, an affluent brothel, where no one is who they claim
to be, and no one is safe. Enter the world of Decadent Deceptions where the
hunted becomes the hunter to save the woman he loves.

This novel is scorchingly hot and includes scenes of bondage. There is a HEA
and no cliffhangers.

Praise for Decadent Deceptions!

"Loved, loved, loved this
book! Did I say I loved this book? I’m in awe of Keta Diablo’s gifted writing
ability. She paints such vivid pictures with her words, and takes us into a
beautiful romance with no lulls or heavy back story." 5- Stars!

“Decadent
Deceptions is a thoroughly sensuous historical erotic romance. Keta Diablo’s
rich backgrounds set off the antics of her characters to perfection. I always
enjoy Ms. Diablo’s work and this book was no exception." 4.75 Stars

"This
was a hot, erotic read, with a little bit of spicy voyeurism thrown into the
mix. The characters Ms. Diablo created were fun, witty and even zany at times.
They were a joy to read and I found myself sad when the novel ended just
because I loved the characters." 5 Stars

Setup and Excerpt:

Morgan has
escorted Olivia to L'Immortelles, an elegant brothel, where she can watch
couples engage in amorous liaisons. In the carriage on the way home, tension
between the unrequited lovers reigns

Nothing
stood between Morgan and Olivia in the carriage except pale moonlight and a
vacant air that hissed with tension.

Olivia
waited as long as she dared and then attempted to relieve the awkward quiet.
“You’ll never believe it, Morgan, I recognized someone tonight.”

His head
turned sharply as he looked at her. “Who?”

“I don’t
believe I’ll tell you. It might spoil things.”

“What do
you mean, spoil things?”

“It would
no longer be my private little secret, and besides, it’s one thing to watch
someone—”

“Spy on
someone you mean.”

“Oh have
it your way,” she said. “I was about to say, it’s one thing to observe someone
fornicating; it’s another to reveal their name.”

“Who was
it, Olivia?”

“Not
telling you.” She ran her hands down the front of Cain’s shirt and changed the
subject. “Oh, nothing in the world compares to desire or love.”

“There is
one thing better.”

A short
laugh left her lips. “What might that be?”

“Unrequited
lust, desire or love.”

Olivia
stared, arrested by the raw male potency emanating from the man. Had he just
challenged her, knowing she hungered for what she’d witnessed tonight? Damn the
cad. He didn’t think she had the courage to take this to the next level. Or did
he mean he didn’t give a fig’s leaf if she relinquished her virginity to
another man? At that possibility, her heart sank.

“How
poetic.” Without missing a beat, she attempted to decipher the meaning behind
his words. “Do you read poetry?”

“Hardly.”
His gaze narrowed. “Why...do you?”

“I adore
Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s love sonnets.”

“So Cain tells
me.”

At his
dour response, she continued. “Do you want to know what I observed tonight?”

“No.”

“But I
have questions.”

“Ask your
nanny.”

“Pardon?”

“You heard
me.”

“You know
perfectly well I no longer have a nanny, and why are you behaving so rudely?”

“I’m
tired.”

“Well,
bear with me, we’re almost home. The questions couldn’t make a man of your
repute uncomfortable, and I’m baffled.”

He blew
air through his lips. “Very well, what is it?”

“Why is it
so smoky in there, and what’s that sweet smell accompanying the smoke, and—”

“Opium.”

“Opium!
Good heavens, Morgan, you took me to an opium den?”

“No, I
took you to a fucking den, at your request I must remind you.”

She
blushed and directed him back to the subject at hand. “The woman smoked it.”

He shook
his head. “You are such an innocent, Olivia. Of course she smoked it. They all
do.”

“Why?”

“It’s
stimulating, enhances the sex.”

“Oh, I had
no idea.”

“What
else? You said questions.”

“The first
couple—”

Caught off
guard, his eyes widened. “You watched more than one?”

“Two,” she
said, feeling superior. “And therein lays the problem. The second couple,
including the man I recognized, performed exemplary, comparable to the pictures
I’ve seen.”

He rolled
his eyes.

“I mean to
say, they progressed as I imagined.” Here, she paused. “Until he spanked her.”

Morgan
swallowed hard. “You enjoyed that; didn’t you, Liv?”

“Most
certainly not.”

“Did you
imagine he was spanking you?”

Concentrating
on controlling her breathing and mistrustful of her voice, she shook her head.
His inflection had changed on the last question along with the sensual line of
his lips when he pressed them together.

Recovering
from the sudden rush of dizziness and all in favor of goading him further,
Olivia continued. “Then, they, you know, did it. Beyond ravenous, he flung her
onto the bed and took her from—”

He shifted
in the seat, his voice thin. “What is your question about the first couple?”

“Well they
never consummated it. He merely....” She licked her bottom lip, Morgan’s
proximity searing her senses. Talking to him about such intimacies and feeling
the way she did about him unnerved her, yet she pushed onward. She’d touched a
chord; she sensed it, her intent from the beginning. Pressing on with her heart
in her throat, she blurted, “He pleasured her without using his
penis—thoroughly, I might add—and he still paid her.”

“Thoroughly,
did he?”

“Without
question.”

“Continue,
Olivia, I know you’re going to tell me every tawdry detail, whether I want to
hear them or not.”

She leaned
forward, softening her voice for effect. “He suckled her first and next, placed
his head between her thighs.” She searched his eyes to read his thoughts, but
his magnificent features were staid. “And then, he licked her—”

“Enough, I
get the picture.” He lifted his hand between them. “What is your question?”

“While
there can be no doubt she was wholly, unconditionally satisfied, what did he
get out of it?” Shifting back into the seat, she paused. “I mean, why did he
squander good money to do such a thing without, you know...?”

“Without
fucking her, Olivia, isn’t that what you mean?”

Her
nipples hardened and a shudder raked her. “You needn’t be so crude. I just
wanted to know why he bothered.”

“Because
he likes that! Jesus!”

“Don’t be
such a ninny, Morgan. You did promise Cain you’d tutor me; take me under your
wing so to speak.”

“I’m
reneging on that part of the bargain,” he replied. “I don’t want to tutor you,
hear all about your voyeurism. I’ll make sure you get to the next appointment
in two weeks and safely home again and that’s all. I don’t want to hear every
blasted detail of what you saw. Do you understand me, Olivia?”

“Perfectly,”
she said.

The
carriage rounded a corner on two wheels, eliciting a scream from one of the
horses. “Something must have spooked one of the—”

The
transport swerved. Hurtled from the seat, Olivia ended up on the floor at
Morgan’s feet. He reached for her and pulled her into his lap until her legs
straddled his hips, her breasts pressed against his chest. Whatever had
happened outside, the driver seemed to have everything under control.

How she
wished she did.

Their eyes
locked and time stopped on the periphery of some distant plane. Morgan’s hand
tangled in the long hair at the back of her head, and he drew her to him, his
mouth demanding and ravishing. Her heart quickened. His tongue parted her lips
and swept through every crevice as if to memorize the taste of her. She pressed
her body against him, reveling in the feel of every hard muscle of his chest
and the strong thighs beneath her. He quit her mouth and bestowed breathless,
titillating kisses along her neck and throat, sending tremors through her
blood.

“You like
that, don’t you, Olivia,” he whispered against her ear. “And this,” he said,
slipping a hand down her pants to massage the juncture between her thighs with
his fingers.

She
clenched her teeth and stifled a moan, her pleasure peaking in a delirious state.
Oh, God, yes, she almost moaned aloud.

His
fingers caressed the outer folds of her sex, bare flesh against bare flesh. She
twisted beneath him and clung to his shoulders, her nails digging into his taut
skin. She had to stop this or soon he’d take her on the seat of the coach. She
strained her hips away from him, but he would have none of that. His erection
prodded her belly, and his free hand slid to the small of her back. He held her
immobile and forced her to acknowledge his physical desire. Guiding her hips in
a slow rotation, and with his fingers still stroking her sex, Olivia’s body
throbbed and quivers of ecstasy surged through her.

“Morgan,
please, you must stop,” she groaned.

“Isn’t
this what you wanted? Isn’t it why you went to Immortelles?”

“No. I
mean, yes.”

“Touch me,
Olivia.”

God help
her, she wanted to.

“Do it,”
he said.

She
allowed her hand to wander between their bodies and close around his manhood
through his trousers. She gasped, the sensation of touching him both shocking
and delicious.

“Say it,
Olivia. Say you want me inside you. Give in to your desire. Admit you lust
after me like I lust after you.”

It was so
erotic, so decadent, her on his lap with him caressing her most private parts
and she stroking his manhood.

The carriage
stopped. He removed his hand from her pants and set her back onto the seat with
an all-knowing smirk. For Olivia, it was like a dream. It couldn’t have
happened, yet why did she burn all over, hunger for more?

She
straightened her clothing and tried to recapture the same haughty air she had
assumed earlier. “Well, here we are.” She placed a hand on his forearm. “Thank
you, Morgan. I do appreciate your assistance.”

His smirk
evaporated, and he looked as though he’d like to strangle her.

“I’m
confident that at the conclusion of this adventure I’ll recognize more of
Cain’s friends. Yours too,” she continued, pretending nothing had passed
between them, yet dying inside. “I’ll be able to come to a sensible decision.”

“Think
nothing of it,” he said, and she knew he was doing his best to control his
anger.